Guess you can tell you’ve hit the tea-dious dog days of summer when you have bins and baskets of perfectly acceptable and flavorful fancy stuff and you just shrug, say “eh,” and make yourself a cup of plain brown leaf juice.
This was the leaf juice of choice this morning; not unpleasant; just nondescript. Likely a good base for blending, but that would require thinking. It’s too hot to think.
